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Olives

I don't like all varieties, Especially the green, But it's a treat to see them On the appetizer scene. My favorites are the Nicoise, Very small and brownish-black. I can polish off a bowl of them And still keep coming back. I'm up for trying other types And, though I won't throw fits, My preference is very strong That they retain their pits. For I'll reveal a secret That I've not before admitted - I can't respect an olive That has somehow gotten pitted.

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Date: 11/27/2016 1:22:00 PM
How smoothly this poem flows, Ilene...and I love the subject! I go mad on olives; in fact I mature my own, both in brine and in oil (luckily we have our own olive trees). ~ Regards // paul
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Date: 11/27/2016 11:09:00 AM
I like green olives and also black olives. Enjoyable words here! Looking forward to Hanukkah - it falls on the same day as Christmas this year - first time I remember that happening! Peace & Love Matthew Anish
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Date: 11/26/2016 6:55:00 PM
Never met an olive I didn't like — pitted or no. Come to think of it, never met a poem of yours that I didn't like either! ~ john
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Date: 11/26/2016 4:31:00 PM
Haha the truth comes out! Well, I love the green as the black and cured, the Greek especially. But unpitted olives are a serious threat to my teeth. Love the way you wrote this one up, Ilene, with those great rhymes, too. What a talent you have! Thank you for stopping by. / M
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Date: 11/25/2016 7:50:00 PM
Ha, a poem for olives!! I will only sing the praises of their cousin OLIVE OIL!! For some reason I love the oil but hate all varieties of them in their original state!!
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Date: 11/25/2016 5:05:00 PM
Hubby loves them I won't eat them Ilene but i did enjoy your poem:-) hugs Jan xx
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